"Well, desserts aren't always right."

Had evening of goodness last night, as attended ex-coworker's birthday soiree at a cozy watering hole. Had to fight off a few brief moments of nostalgia for my old job. Not so much the work and such, but I did get to hang out with some damn fine people.

Naturally, I'm not one of those much inclined or gifted for commenting on sentimenal things, so instead just made many jokes, drank and had a relatively jolly time. Though I will say, it's sometimes easier when you only knew a few people. I worry that I may have unintentionally snubbed people -- end up talking to friends (as not wanting to abandon them and be Snotty Social Twat), then go chat with people I haven't seen in ages. It's a fine balance. And to be honest, I wasn't in a super great mood (believe I hid it quite well -- aided by several beverages, of course. It's also much easier in the company of fun people and amusing hypochondriacs). Was feeling all nice and benevolent, and smiled at birthday-fellow who got all defensive and snapped, "What?" at me. (Just like old times.)

Am delighted with my progress on the human front. I haven't expanded my friend circle in many years. I'm very cautious and tend not to trust people overly much, but am pleased with the possibility of two (perhaps even more) new additions. This is quite an achievement, as I tend to regard all living things as unreliable and potentially untrustworthy (this is especially true of cats, spiders that lurk on ceilings and people who don't read).

Wrapped up the evening by enjoying the delicacies of Rol San (tasty Chinese food on Spadina) in the wee hours of the morning with a couple of friends, forcing ourselves past the beyond-full mark. And then, as our chopsticks plucked at the tastiest of the remaining morsels, the cheque arrived, laden with Wing's fortune cookies.

Now, it's been a while since I've gotten cryptic messages from the universe, so I shouldn't have been that surprised (who else do you know who's received an online horoscope that read, "You have holes in your soul?") when my cookie darkly proclaimed, "Depart not from the path which fate has you assigned."

My friend looked at me worriedly and said, "But your current path is rather dark." Part of me agrees, but I'm not entirely sure which path my fortune cookie had in mind.

I like to think it's referring to my new habit of making the bed every morning and keeping the floor free of laundry. But I don't suspect fate comments on domestic keeping.

Word on The Street tomorrow. Thank god -- my Outpost subscription has just expired.